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from the television show Xena: Warrior Princess are not owned by me, to my regret.
This is written purely for enjoyment with no thought to monetary gain. There
are women in love (eventually, as Gabrielle is a bit miffed) and if that is
illegal for you or where you live, move on or simply move.

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When In Rome

By Kamouraskan

CHAPTER III

The Via Sacra was uncommon in every sense of the word. Once, it had
been simply a valley path for herdsmen to lead their cattle to the grassy swamps
at the base of the Palatine Hill. Now, a millennia later, the Palatine had become
the traditional home of the Emperors for centuries, and the Via Sacra was simply
the route to all of the earthly power of the entire known world.

The Flavian Amphitheatre had been built at its foot, and from there
the route passed between more and more grandiose temples, before finally reaching
the staggeringly beautiful precincts of the Roman Forum and Senate. No traveller
could fail to be awe-struck by the sun blazing along the gleaming marble splendour.

Or at least until now.

Gabrielle was not in the mood to be impressed with The Centre of the
Universe as she walked the short distance from the House of the Vestals to the
Sacred Way. The Vestals wanted for nothing and Gabrielle had spent her nights
adapting to being alive by devouring both the sumptuous foods and the contents
of their Greek Library. There, with growing anger, she had found the names of
friends whose lives had been changed and altered beyond any resemblance to her
own memories. So the lustrous pillars under the blistering sun that surrounded
her only reminded her of a Greece that had been long destroyed. All of the almost
familiar architecture seemed tainted by Roman arrogance.

As she entered the avenue, the throng parted to let her through, many
bowing formally. This was not the rabble of the marketplace. For the Via Sacra,
only the most formal of togas or uniforms would suffice. But Gabrielle was not
impressed by the nobles’ deference either. Perhaps the girl she once had been
might have blushed in the face of the veneration, but that girl was no more,
regardless of present appearances.

There was a saying amongst the Amazons: There are bold Amazons, and
old Amazons. But no Bold, Old Amazons. Gabrielle had been the exception. Despite
her courage and even seeming foolhardiness, she had survived several generations
of Queens to become even more formidably revered. As a leader in battle, as
the occasional Regent, there were too many legends that separated her from those
she had led. Her fruitless journeys to Japa and other adventures alone in search
of her soulmate had only added to her legend.

She had finally accomplished that most singular of distinctions for a warrior,
that of dying in her own bed at a great age. A bitter accomplishment, as her
prayers had been unanswered, and she had been, with one exception, alone. The
final act of isolation had been that she had arrived at the Amazon Land of the
Dead, still in the form of an old woman, still separated from the generations
that had gone before her. Friends from her earlier days and still youthful,
who had watched her growth in awe, treated her with the same reverence she had
so disliked. So as she strolled along the great and sacred road with a physical
ease she had not enjoyed since middle age, she accepted the homage that her
robes inspired, by habit. Entirely wrapped in the white Vestals’ cotton, including
a headdress veil, she stopped at a crest that looked through onto the smelly,
noisy bustle that was Rome. Watched as the smoke drifted from the fast food
stalls over the cries of astrologers, talisman sellers, wine merchants and a
thousand others hawking their wares.

From the House of the Vestals to the Temple of Venus and Rome, was
only a short walk, basically across the street and down a ways. Nevertheless,
her instructions had been very clear and repeated. “You are only safe under
the protection of the Goddesses within the Temples. Do not stop to talk, to
interact with anyone. No one must have a hint that you are not who and what
you appear to be, for you are in the city of your enemy.” And though the
Maxima’s air of maternal affection seemed possibly inappropriate when considering
Gabrielle’s true age, she had agreed without a murmur.

“No problem interacting,” Gabrielle thought, as another passerby
backed away, bowing reverently. “Looks like they might have a heart attack
if I said thanks.”

The Temple of Venus and Rome quickly loomed above her, its granite
columns providing some small respite from the blazing sun. She reached a diminutive
staircase at the base to begin ascending towards the grand entrance where two
armed guards waited. Again, her Vestal clothing was acknowledged by deep bows
and they allowed her entry. Once inside, she had barely any time to glance around
the enormous halls before an acolyte approached her.

“Numai?” she was asked.

“Sure,” Gabrielle agreed, indifferently.

“Please, come this way. The Head Priestess awaits.”

Unwrapping her headdress, she followed the girl through even more colossal
arches to a niche enclosing a stern woman reclining in the Roman fashion on
a divan, beneath a golden statue that Gabrielle assumed was supposed to represent
Aphrodite.

The acolyte left them alone at a gesture from the priestess. As soon
as the door was closed, the severe expression melted and the woman bounded out
of the chair and grasped the shoulders of the now startled visitor.

“I can’t believe you are truly here! You can’t imagine how exciting
this is for me!”

Crushed by the hug, Gabrielle returned it while wheezing, “No, but
I’m getting an idea…”

“A living remnant of the true Greek civilisation, AND an original
acolyte of our Goddess!” the Priestess continued to burble.

“Speaking of whom, she wouldn’t happen to be around, would she?” Caught in
the fierce embrace, Gabrielle looked around hopefully, almost desperately.

“Well, yes and no. See that’s one of the things I’m supposed to explain.
But first, some wine and perhaps you can tell me a tale? I already feel like
I know you. If only your scrolls could have survived!”

Gabrielle froze. She pushed the Priestess back and held her away firmly with
both arms. “Excuse me? Now it’s my scrolls? What happened to my scrolls?” Their
positions reversed, the Priestess struggled ineffectually in the grip for a
moment and then grimaced. “See. That’s another of those things….”

Gabrielle rolled her eyes before releasing the woman and pointing to
the statue. “Where is Aphrodite, Venus, whatever you call her now?” she demanded.

“Well, she is here, in a way, in the person of myself as the…”

Gabrielle cut her off. “Look. I need to talk to the real deal.” Ignoring the
priestess, Gabrielle began to stride around the niche shouting towards the ceiling,
“Aphrodite? Aphrodite???!!” The Priestess blocked her ears as the calls reverberated
along the marble corridor and let Gabrielle stomp about for a moment longer
before interrupting. “I’m not sure what you’re used to, but Gods don’t just
appear in front of mortals.”

Gabrielle stared at the smiling priestess until the smile disappeared.
“Where I come from, they did. More than I liked, in fact.”

The woman gestured to a bench. “I’m sorry. Perhaps we could start
again? Please, sit down?”

Grudgingly, Gabrielle did so.

“You have been brought here as a result of decades of planning by the
Goddess Venus to restore what is right, to reunite two souls, and to change
the path of the future.” The priestess smiled, sure that such a noble and extraordinary
goal would satisfy this girl.

“I’ve already won that particular lottery too many times before. Just
tell me why I’m here and no hype, please.”

The priestess blinked. But this was the One, chosen by her Goddess,
so she attempted to swallow her concerns. “Certainly. Tomorrow, that small Statue
of Mars you passed on the way in, is going to be placed right here, here in
the centre of worship of our Goddess! Until an even bigger one can be made!
Tomorrow,” and here she choked back her fury, “Mars will be declared the official
Patron of Rome, its armies and all its peoples. Every Temple in the world will
have a shrine in his name placed in front. Thousands of new Temples to him will
be dedicated and those of other deities will be torn down. Each temple, each
shrine will draw new worshippers, each prayer adding to his strength. With millions
more worshippers to draw that strength from, he will be truly omnipotent. Unless
you help.”

“Why should I care about a popularity contest between Gods?”

”Well…” The Priestess hesitated before continuing carefully.
“I have been told that this has come to pass through your actions. It is partly
your fault, isn’t it? Mars has manipulated time and people to create this situation.
He now controls the Loom of the Fates. Which he was only able to do because…”

Gabrielle laughed and stood. “I’m sorry. You’ve really got the wrong
woman if you want to try laying that guilt trip on me. I didn’t give a damn
what happened when I destroyed the Loom. And the only reason I agreed to come
here, was because I thought a friend of mine might show up. But I can see I
was wrong.” She turned to leave, but the Priestess continued to speak.

“Also because, Mars has been manipulating the soul of the one you knew
as Xena.”

Gabrielle paused but did not look back. “So?” she said casually.

“SO???”

At the sound of a familiar voice, Gabrielle finally turned around.
The Priestess had not moved, but her eyes were glazed and her face slack jawed.

Gabrielle smiled. “You were here all along.”

The Priestess returned the smile, but it was as though it was superimposed
on her features. “Not really, hon. Like the lady said, we don’t ‘pop in’ anymore.
It’s more like we move mysteriously.”

“Not with me, I see.”

“No, Sweet Pea, you… are special.” The Goddess-possessed priestess
stood and brushed down her gown. “I don’t have much time, but I hope that ‘so’,
was just a trick to get me to show myself?”

Gabrielle was giving nothing away yet. “I shouldn’t have to trick you.
So first, you tell me how you, of all people, would dare blame me for destroying
the Loom.”

“Gabster! You know I’m the last person who would ever blame you for destroying
the Loom of the Fates. I loved that you threw the torch to burn it down. I
thought it was the coolest act of pure love that I’ve ever seen. And that’s
saying something. Anyway, you didn’t really destroy it, anymore than you and
Xena killed all those Gods. You just got rid of that manifestation, that physical
existence. As long as there are believers, the Gods will exist. But there have
been a lot of changes, because, well, there was someone around to take advantage
of the situation.”

“A-,” Gabrielle began.

Aphrodite flinched and shushed her. “You don't have to say his name, do you,
because He’ll hear you. Even safe in here, it’s like an invite to appear, don’t
you remember?” She took a deep breath. “Anyway, you got it. And you have to
reckon that if a mortal could figure out how to manipulate the past and future,
what a God could do? And He did it. He played with time and rewrote history.
And when it didn’t go His way the first, second and third time, He just tried
again. He fiddled and screwed around, making changes that He didn’t mean to,
to get the ones He did, until He brought us all to this here and now. While
He was at it, He changed the myths of the Gods, changed the way we’re connected
with our worshippers and shrines. So now He gets credit for founding Rome. He
gave it more time to grow until it’s the massive war machine you see. And all
of this, all of his change and plans, all come to a peak tomorrow.”

Gabrielle tilted her head as she considered what she was hearing. “The
power you have is based on the worshippers? So if he has the whole empire, he’d
be more powerful than Zeus?”

Ignoring the comment, Gabrielle asked, “But why can’t we say His name
if the Gods don’t even appear to mortals now?”

Surprised at the avoidance, the Goddess sputtered, “Well, HE can, He’s
got power to spare. But to be here like this, even He has to break the connections
with any other shrines and followers, and it hurts, lemme tell you! Now I answered
your question, you answer mine. What’s with the ‘so’?”

Gabrielle stared at her for a long moment before answering. “Aphrodite,
why even bring this up? You know the story. She left me. She chose to
leave me. After everything. After I destroyed the Loom, we were… I thought…”

The Goddess nodded. “I know, and you know in your heart, there’s a
reason.”

“My heart? Don’t talk to me about my heart. Not even you have that
right.” Gabrielle swallowed, then sighed. “I think I’d found some sort of peace
since my death. I’ve lost even that now. At this moment, I think I’d accept
darkness and even… my soul’s true death… with relief. I’d take it with no regrets.
That’s why the ‘so’. You can’t just drag me out of my grave after centuries
and expect enthusiasm for one last quest. Can you understand that?”

The goddess nodded with sadness. “I’m immortal, sweets. Sure, I can
understand. But, we’re both more than that. We have responsibilities…”

Gabrielle exploded. “Damn responsibilities! Damn the whole of what’s
right and best and the greater good! I’ve given everything I was for that and
it left me with nothing that mattered.”

“You don’t really mean that.”

The words were muffled as the vestal hunched forward. “You don’t know
me.”

The Priestess’ hand reached to draw Gabrielle’s chin upwards. “Yeah,
yeah, I do. And if you are ever to fix it, be together as you should have been,
you have to put aside what you’re feeling for a bit and figure out what’s been
going on inside her heart.”

Gabrielle inhaled slowly and made an effort to calm herself. “So that’s
what this is about? We’re finally going… she and I, we’re…. to meet again? After
all this time?”

Aphrodite nodded.

Gabrielle laughed bitterly. “You expected me ask how she is, where she’s been,
didn’t you? Because I’ve waited for so long, right?” Gabrielle rose and wandered
to a corner of the room where the light was the least and sat down heavily on
a marble bench. She spoke quietly. “That was a long, long time ago. I think
I gave her up, to survive, you know? I must have had to stop wanting, wishing.
After being, and dying, alone. How can you ask me to…?” She faltered. “It hurt…
too much.”

There were now tears in both pairs of eyes. “I know, honey. Remember,
I was there.”

“I was still alone in the one way it counted.”

“I’m sorry.” For once the Goddess seemed sombre. “I think I hated her.
Me, the Goddess of Love, I hated, because… because of what she had done to you.
But, things are different. I was wrong, I shouldn’t have…”

Gabrielle looked up. “Shouldn’t have… what?”

Aphrodite continued as if Gabrielle
hadn’t spoken. “…because she’s suffered. He’s been pushing her past the breaking
point, but that just might work in our favour. Because if she’s been changed,
then maybe it’s finally time for the two of you to be together.”

Gabrielle took a breath. Aphrodite waited for some softening but instead
Gabrielle asked brusquely, “Fine. So we get together, but…? There’s gotta be
an ordeal, a test, right?”

Aphrodite replied, “You got it, kiddo.”

“And with tests, there’s rules?”

“See, this is why we only appear to the special ones. Cuts out all
the jumble. Yup. And rule one is, you can’t tell Xena. When the final test comes,
each of you has to pass it fair and square.”

There was a dry chuckle from the Vestal. “Oh good. So we get back together
by lying to each other."

“Nope, you can work on her all you want, in fact, I’d advise it. Get
inside that thick warrior’s skull or you don’t even have the teeny tiny chance
I’m giving you.”

“But I bet we won’t be just waiting around for this test. There’s something
else you need me to do.”

Switching to an all-business demeanour, Aphrodite nodded. “Like you
guessed, Xena has to have been brought back here somewhere, I know it. He’s
got to have brought her back for one last try to get her to change her mind
freely. But after tomorrow, he’ll be so powerful, he’ll be able to mould her
and any mortal to be whatever he wants.”

“None of this explains why it all comes down to tomorrow. Why didn’t
you just grab the Loom, or stop him yourself, before today?” Gabrielle asked.

Aphrodite looked slightly self-conscious. “By the time I realised what
he was doing, found out where the Loom was, he was too powerful to face head
on. And he’s built a great big honking shrine to himself right outside where
he keeps it, and his connection with it would warn him if I or anyone went anywhere
near it.”

“So you need to strike when he’s not connected with it,” Gabrielle
said with a chill in her tone.

“You are so fast, honey, I knew you’d get it,” Aphrodite said attempting
to placate the storm she saw brewing.

Gabrielle turned away so that her anger was not visible. “So I’m only
here as a diversion. To stir things up. To make sure Ares has to be completely,
personally, physically involved elsewhere, while you go for it.”

Aphrodite reached out to hold her hands. “No honey, no! I’m not gonna
pretend there was someone else for the job, but I would never just play with
you. I’m the Goddess of Love, remember? You two have to be brought together.
You, your love, is the hope for the future. That’s always been as important
to me as anything else. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.”

The voice was quiet, but there was no doubt or hesitancy in it. “Yes,
it has.”

“No, Sweetiepie. Don’t say that.”

Gabrielle seemed to be pondering this, but again surprised the Goddess when
she asked, “How do I know that you wouldn’t be as bad a guardian of the Loom
as A… Whatshisname?”

The Goddess laughed with real enjoyment. “Guardian? Me? Of the Future
and Past of All? All that responsibility? As much as I hate what He’s done,
we’ve all agreed to simply leave things as they are and hide it where no one,
mortal or God, can ever touch it.”

“We?”

“You have to figure I had help…”

Gabrielle began counting on her fingers. “Artemis to get my soul from
the Land of the Dead, Hestia to place it in one of her dying Vestals…”

“What can I say. The Grrls Rock. It’s taken a lot of time. I only had
the strength once this Temple was built. By Emperor Hadrian personally, fifty
years ago.” The Goddess paused and waved her hands grandly. “What do you think
of it?”

“It’s… big,” Gabrielle said politely.

“I know, it’s not the Vestals. You have those pools and three floors
so everyone gets a view over the garden, and all for keeping a silly fire going…”

Gabrielle coughed.

Aphrodite caught herself. “ANY-way, I got a prezzy for you around here
somewhere. Something you left with me, way back when? You ask my girl for it
after I take off, okay?”

Gabrielle didn’t appear to be listening.

“Gabs?”

“Sorry. For a minute there, it was just like old times. But it isn’t,
is it?” She pulled herself up from the bench. “How long have I got? How long
before you call in the loan of this body?”

Aphrodite tried to raise the level of enthusiasm in the room and ignored
the second and third questions. “Old times? I wish. You wouldn’t believe some
of the stuff He’s changed! Did you know that I’m no longer his sister according
to the myths now?” The Goddess clenched her fists. “I’m his...”

“…his aunt. I know.” The Goddess was pleased to see Gabrielle nearly
laugh.

“His AUNT!” she affirmed heatedly. “And I don’t want to even THINK
about how I was supposed to be conceived…”

“And from what I read last night, you two had a few kids. Congratulations.”

“Him and ME??? That…” The Goddess sputtered. “He has got to be stopped.”

“If I agree, where do I start?”

“You find Xena.”

“I suppose I could go out and take a look…”

Aphrodite shook her head. “That’s… a bit of a problem. If you’re wandering
around, He could sense you. And then, you could be used as the key to finally
break Xena… because the memory of you is the only thing that’s kept her fighting
Him this long.”

This only seemed to anger the girl more. “Aphrodite, I’m not a kid
anymore. I’m hundreds of years old and I feel every one of them right now. I
can look after myself. And I am not staying trapped in a bunch of temples….”Gabrielle’s
voice trailed off as she realised the Goddess seemed struck by some sort of
pain. “What is it?”

The Goddess shook her head slowly. “We never know until it’s done,
and sometimes not even then. It could be something big or little. All I know
is that it’s like being in a whirlpool for an immortal…”

Her voice was cut off and there was a moan of misery. The room seemed
to shimmer slightly and the body of the Priestess was thrown backwards, striking
a column, when the wave hit her. The woman fell limply to the ground. When some
unknown time had passed, she finally raised her head, and looked about the room.
She was alone. “Goddess?” she cried out, but her voice echoed off the marble
without a reply. “Gabrielle?” But the response was the same. The priestess was
entirely alone.